Run, desire run
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart
No conscience
One motive
Cater to the hollow
Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacify this hungering
So grow
Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretion down
Falling all around in cycles, in circles
Constantly consuming
Conquer and devour

'Cause its time to break the fire down
Bridle all these indiscretions
Long enough to edify
And permanently fill this hollow